seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- churches as quiet as churches, the front porch after the rain, the sound of tree frogs against the windows and all those cobwebs, i want to fold myself up in small packages to send where ever you may be and pull you out of old memories that have dried like glue and are beginning to unstick with all this present decay. i picture you in golds and maybe reds and strong strokes and maybe two parts cream in coffee held securely in gloved hands as quiet as i hold myself in as careful walking against traffic on the road i cannot hold it in 14:48 - 20 November, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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